Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.